The merchant caravan arrived right on schedule. Qiu's information was perfect as always. Five wagons. Ten guards. Family operation carrying silk supposedly worth thousands of silver.
Good people. Honest people. People who'd done nothing wrong except have something Hunter needed.
Hunter watched them approach from the wall, feeling sick. Feeling empty. His hands shook despite Foundation Realm cultivation. In his old life, he'd processed insurance claims for robbery victims. Read their statements about the "unknown male suspect" who'd destroyed their lives. Now he was writing himself into someone's incident report. His career transition was going spectacularly badly.
"Formation," Han called quietly. Shadow Legion moved into position. Not defensive this time. Predatory. Hunting position.
They were the threat now.
